I grew up in a small desert town that once housed much of the Chinese workers for the SP.
About 1/4th of the town was "Chinatown" which had been abandoned. Chinatown was filled with old wooden, false front buildings with a maze of tunnels underground.
Chinatown was fenced off and posted with No Trespassing signs and guarded by one Chinese man with a long pigtail who carried a meat cleaver around with him to scare off the kids.
I got a real taste for old weather-beaten buildings as a kid.
Every summer my parents took me to Arkansas where my grand parents lived in cabin in the woods without electicity, running water or a telephone. There was an area back behind the shed for squatting to go to the bathroom.
Scared me to death as a kid but I loved the old buildings downtown in the village of about 150 people.
When I got old enough to drive, it was just an hour up into the Sequoias for some cool air.
Back then you could really go exploring and I found a couple of old mines and a small mill to prowl around in.
All those factors really combined to make me want to understand what life must have been like back then and the love of old, backwoods buildings is still with me today, over 60 years later.
Darryl Huffman
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